Dr. Watson

Well, that's too small for me.

Either you nor I could have won this suit.

No, no, nor could young McMorris in the estate.

Whereas his sister could have done.

Yes, so could Thomas the butler.

He's a small fellow.

And if it comes to that, Watson, our distinguished client, the young Earl of Loch Nair, is himself a small man.

Aye, Joe, so he is.

And he might easily have had a motive.

Young McMorris had disputed his right to the title earlier in the day.

But we mustn't jump to conclusions.

Nevertheless, you see what valuable evidence this arm has become.

It sounds as if the rest of the party are on the scene.

Yes, I suggest that we join them without making any reference to this suit of armor.

Remember, old chap, one of them in there is a murderer.

Are you sure he's dead, Dr. Watson?

There's no doubt about it.

His neck was broken instantly by the fall.

And you said the real ghost came up behind him, Mr. Holmes, and struck him so he crashed through the railing up there.

I said another figure dressed in a hat killed him, Mr. Nolan.